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Recovering Addicts
Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop
My brother is an addict.
He is a recovering addict, but that ‘title’ if you will, will always be something that he has to own.
Not only does he have to own it, but we as a family also did. As much as I wish things were different, we have to keep in mind that this disease of his will be a part of him for the rest of his life.
Every time I think about my brother and his struggles I get very emotional. My eyes tear up as I write this because it hurts my heart. I would love to take this struggle away from him, I would love to take that burden off his shoulders, even if it was for a short period of time. I can’t though. I can only sit back and be there as support for him whenever he needs it.
About a month ago, I talked to my mom on the phone. She has been one of his biggest enablers. He has her number and has her wrapped around his little finger. He know how to pull on her heart strings and knows how to lay down the guilt in order to get what he wants.
In my conversation with her, she told me how they talked to my brother the day before and what a great conversation it was. According to her, he sounded great and had a positive attitude. He was upbeat and happy and healthy.